Harry Buschman
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Burning Bridges
I could count the money in the collection basket in church on Sundays as it passed in front of me. “There’s forty-three dollars and seventy-five cents in there so far, Ma.”
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View From the Fiction Shelf
“You should get out more, Sherman. Home––work––now the library.” his mother was primed to bring up her favorite subject.
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A Little Love Music
I don’t care who you are, how famous you’ve come to be, or even how old you are––there’s bound to be something private in your past.
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Wherever I Go There Will Be A Piano
Furthermore, all the women will wear house dresses. We are playing for peasants.
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